Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! The genius woman, J.K. Rowling, came up with this whole world, all these characters and everything. I just like coming up with different ways the story could have gone, or random crap I think about while reading other stories. I would also like to credit Train for the title of the story. Go check out their song Drops of Jupiter, you've probably heard it but it feels nice to rediscover old songs you loved a while back. :)

I used to post on here all the time, writing about something completely different, but I'm back! It's been so long. Years even. I know this chapter is a bit short, something I don't normally do, but it's a start. I want to get back into the swing of things. Please bare with me as chapters will not be posted everyday. I'm sure Ms. Rowling didn't bang out a Harry Potter book in just a few days. Although, I wouldn't be surprised if she did.


"Nothing ever makes me this upset." Hermione Granger thought as she leaned against her window, watching the rain fall outside, perfectly matching her mood. The reason for her sadness was brought on by none other than Ron Weasley, her best friend since she was 11 and boyfriend since she was almost 18 years old. THey had gotten together right after the war, but of course she had made the first move. After kissing him right after he had helped her destroy one of the horcruxes they had to find, things took off. They dated and had even gotten engaged, making his whole family ecstatic. She was even over the moon, dreaming about wedding colors, dresses, a honeymoon, their future together. But Ron had certainly changed that. After a year and a half the spark flickered, they were fighting more than usual, she felt as if she was putting everything she had into a relationship but it still wasn't enough. And then the flame just went out, like a candle when there isn't any of the wick left.

Sighing, she leaned her head against the wall, feeling the coldness of it press against her cheek. It was quite dark in her apartment, she hadn't turned any of the lights on yet, since she had just gotten home from work. After the war, she had decided that there wasn't really a need to be an auror, even though the Ministry of Magic had offered her, Harry and Ron positions when they weren't even out of school yet. She decided she had had enough fighting and protecting so she accepted the job at the front desk of St. Mungo's checking in patients. It was sort of a calm job and she was content with it even though Ron had went on to be an auror, and the Ministry told her that if she ever changed her mind to let them know, because the offer would always stand for her.

She finally walked away from the window, thinking about what went wrong, trying to pinpoint a time when the relationship had completely died out. She figured it was around Christmas, when St. Mungo's was so busy because of presents going wrong, trips ending in disaster. She was super busy and Ron was constantly getting annoyed because he said she was never around.

"You're never around either, Ron! Your job has you gone for long periods of time! My job is usually calm and I usually have set hours, I had to work the night shift once and you're acting as if I look for excuses to not spend time with you!" She had screamed at him, only after he had jumped in her face, screaming about how she was never around.

"Well, I'm sorry I actually made something of myself. I'm sorry you're jealous because I'm actually out in the world and you're stuck behind a desk all damn day!"

Hermione stared at him, not believing how ridiculous he was being. "I chose that job because I actually wanted something that was calm for a little while! Unlike you!"

"Well, if I bother you so much, then I'll just leave!"

He slammed the door on his way out, leaving a frustrated Hermione behind. After a few minutes, her frustration turned into sadness, causing her to collapse on the couch in sobs. She hated when they argued, but it seemed like it was happening so much lately, she had learned to just leave him alone when he was like this, but it was well past getting old.

Hermione snapped back into the present. Shaking her head, she dragged herself to her bedroom to get ready for bed. She washed her face, combed her hair and changed into pajamas. She was so tired of thinking about Ron and how he was probably out laughing like nothing had even happened while she sat in her flat, miserable. He was such a git, but that didn't stop her from loving him.

She even had names picked out for their future children. Rose and Hugo. She blamed herself. Maybe if she hadn't of put so much effort into their future, trying to fast forward life so much, maybe if she had of just focused on the present things would have worked. But there was a little voice in the back of her head telling her it still wouldn't have worked. Ron was the one she should blame.

She pushed the voice away and climbed into bed, preparing herself for another sleepless night.